Secret Silver Nights

“There he is!”

“About time you got here, boy.”

“If it isn’t the politician. Where you been? Out kissing babies and schmoozing old men?”

The questions came in rapid fire with one beginning before another could end.

“Will you all stop the interrogation?” Jennifer raised her voice above the din, quickly gaining the respect that she commanded. “Let the child sit down before you start in.”

“Thanks, Mom.” He kissed her and took a seat.

“Now,” Jennifer said as soon as his butt had touched the cushion, “why are you so late getting to the brunch?”

“Geez!” Niko joined the others in laugher. He eyed the drink pitchers on the table, deciding whether he wanted a Bloody Mary mix, lemonade or tea. Given how he was in the hot seat, he reached for the one containing alcohol. “I thought you were on my side.”

“I am. I let you sit down, didn’t I?”

“That, you did.”

“Does your being late have anything to do with your date last night?”

Niko almost spewed the sip he’d just taken. Not even twelve hours later and his private dinner with Monique was already making the rounds?

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